I can hold your hand and tell you everything truthfully, or you could shut me out and pretend I never existed in your world.
You keep hiding from the things you fear and running from the people you love.
It can't be easy fearing the emotion that fuels us all. It must be draining for it to always be raining when the next one comes.
Are you swept off the ground or buried 6 feet down when they confess they like you more like a partner than a friend with all other benefits.
Did you ever love?
Do you ever feel?
Do you feel?
Do you love?
Can you feel it all around?
Does it close your airways?
Can't breathe when it's making you scared.
It's all around. Even if you're on a flight out of the city destined to land right back from where you came.
Affectionate nature.
Intimate devotion.
Lustfull worship.
Dotting benevolence.
Yearning adorement.
It was always too much for you.
I was just not right for you.
There's someone else, someone better. Somewhere out there. Maybe you'll find her, or him. But maybe they don't want you. Are you any better? Are you fit to your own standard?
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Running away from the sight of affection and the thought of love because God forbid you might fall.
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Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
